Page 15 from the series Before the Pirates Came*
So today, despite losing an engine and strong winds out of the south, it was a pretty good day. I brought her into the dock at Charlevoix with the authority of an old-timer. Unfortunately, as is usually the case, there was no huge crowd looking on to applaud my performance. I’m sure the first time I take down an upright next spring, friends will converge in record numbers to take note.
“First pride, then the crash– the bigger the ego, the harder the fall.” Proverbs 16:18 (The Message Bible)
So I’m here now. The experience of being at a new place on my boat is overwhelming. Bizet’s Carmen is on my huge home stereo and pouring through the speakers that I painstakingly wired and installed myself. In the morning I can hook up the new flat screen TV. It should be enough to keep me entertained for a while. And there’s always that Bible from the guy at Mallard Point. Charlie went home as soon as I got settled. I’m glad I don’t have to entertain him tonight.
“Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.” Proverbs 6:5 (NIV)
The lights on the water are new and interesting and I’m trying to figure out what I’m looking at. I think that’s the Charlevoix Coast Guard Station off to starboard, and the red channel marker 4/s is off to port. Jack’s Steakhouse sets high above the water and overlooks the docks. Tonight the dinner crowd is enjoying their panoramic view of the harbor. In the tradition of the ancient Greek theatre, will it be a tragedy, comedy, or satyr? The players are getting restless, ready for the show to begin.
I’m choking back happy tears wondering if this is all for real. Charlie keeps telling me I need to come up with a name for my boat. He says I should call it “Snow White” since I’ll be out here all winter. Cute, but I don’t think I’m prepared to spend my summers listening to stupid dwarf jokes.
List for tomorrow:
I’ve been out of Lithium for over a month now. But I feel fine, really. I would know if I was high as a kite, spinning out of control. Of course I’d know. I will find that script and get it filled. Right after I go up to Jack’s Steakhouse, have a drink, and meet the neighbors.
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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